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He had those dark circles under his eyes again. His clothes were rumpled and his feet were twitching under the computer desk. The computer screen contrasted with the relative dark of the room. It was never completely dark to him. Where there no colour or light his mind seemed to fill it in. David tried to crawl back into bed without his wife noticing it. He had been up for five hours. Alison just didn't understand that he could not stand to lie there and be restless and he knew his constant moving kept her awake. He would get up and go downstairs and pace around the house putting things in their place. Or he would get on his computer and si

There once was a baby. He spent his days quietly floating on the ocean. Whatever the waves did mattered not to him, for he could ride it out. All was silent within. As he got older he saw others in the ocean swimming against the tide and he wondered if he should not do that himself. So day after day the young man would battle the tide and day after day he would lose. Then one day he saw an old man quietly floating and he began to remember that that was what he did himself. So he stopped fighting and layed on his back and began to float. The waves thrummed and he moved with them. The sun warmed his face once again. He was home.

From Within Written in Richmond, Virginia; Chesterton, Indiana and Ann Arbor, Michigan. Edited in Ann Arbor. Forward This is hard to write. It is so terrifying to me in its honesty that I almost would not submit it and let it out into a world that I would prefer to not know exists. You probably know it as the 'real' world. This is me naked. This is my world exposed in the form of words to the eyes of people that I do not and can never understand, several of whom I probably would consider people who would taint its pristine, sacred beauty. I try hard not to think of the eyes that will focus upon this because if I do I'd freeze up and not wr

i want to SCREAM so much....just to express what it is I feel. pent up                       inside of me       it.......lingers                                                but comes to no end  no end no means nothing but a silence a silence to endure            the silence. my life. i say nothing. if words do not fall from my lips         nothing can ever happen  most people do not realise that the words they get stuck somewhere deep inside        they get lost in that cave they can't come out there is no light. within. but the dark is good. the dark, my friend. the dark, home. the silence, my way. the sile

Life is one fragile second. Like the one that is took the glass to break when my hand jerked without my consent and it collided with the counter. Shattering glass and I stood there for a moment not understanding quite what had happened. I do that when things fall apart. I stand there until I understand what has happened and what to do about it. Then my hands deftly begin to pick up the pieces.

Cold and dark, colder and darker than any Indiana winter night. Isolated. A place in the middle of absolute nowhere. No bus station for miles around for one thing. Isolated but not alone. He speaks to me in harsh tones. I feel trapped. I get her alone and tell her I want to go home. I tell her that again and again. I ask her how I am supposed to leave. I tell her about Indiana. I tell her I want to go home. I am screaming and crying....and then. I wake up. Morning light floods in. A room in Indiana is in my vision. Home. I breathe in hard. Just a dream. Just a nightmare....Why did I curl up and go back to sleep after I woke to begin with? Kno

He clenched his teeth as the river rose engulfing him in the muddy brown current. Slowly, exhaling as he went, he let himself down into the rushing water. Above the sun still shone as it always had, the sun knows no human pain. Below he was losing the feeling in his legs, he knew soon he'd have no choice in his fate. He had come here to die hadn't he? A return to the beginning in a way, the river a womb, life coming full circle. The sound of the rushing river filled his ears but could not block out his thoughts. Failure. A failure at life. Many times over a faliure at death. No more. His legs began to give, already only his head remained abov

The girl who was born in the hilly land of Maryland became the girl who grew up amidst the ever alien land of North Carolina. The same girl became the teenager who dreamt of escape and then the young woman who was a young man in the college town of Buies Creek and then later after moving on into the city of Richmond. The nomad of indeterminate gender made hir way on through Richmond and a little town called Chesterton nestled in the land of north-west Indiana. Then from Indiana to Michigan. Finally settling on a relatively normal life in Ann Arbor. Living as a young woman with her boyfriend in that sweet oasis in the midwest. Many roads I hav

Arriving from a state of sleep How is it that my eyes have all ready adjusted To this amount of light? The sky's own summit is still dark And vaporous clouds are surrounding me I want to doze into those mists Humming euphonic lullabies whilst in Their gaseous influence Heeding nothing but the high crowns Placed resplendently in the firmament I think The night is yet in flowering A basipetal twilight full of dreams Opening in the vertex of heaven Without concern Yielding beauty in a twinkling cluster While I'm waking Aroused from quiet somnolence I believe that I have lapsed into a Temporary vigil In which I might expose m